I am free for questions, though do try to keep it from something of pointlessness. “Well, I’ve always found their was a difference between the two.” He uttered shallowly, “Perhaps it’s not in my place to state myself in a tangent between the two, but I think it’s just a state of mind, romantic and sexual encounters. I don’t know about the first to maybe distinguish the feeling, but once others are to speak on the subject and how they speak of it, I am not familiar with the description. So.” He leans up, his face flushed out, presumably though, it was the alcohol and his body reacting to it far too quickly, as his cheeks became discolored from the normal fleshy tone, “I’m far more emotional than I ever lead myself on to be, I sound as if I’m sound young adolescent girl reminiscing on such antics.” So with his fingers twisted tightly around the throat of the bottle, he brings it back, chugging down as much as he could, without letting any dribble down the sides of his mouth.
“I apologize for my answer,” A clank of a sound as the bottle hits the surface of the wood, “I am responding in a ridiculous fashion.” He took in a deep breath through his nostrils which flared as he did so, his hands still fixated on the bottle, as though he never wanted to part with it, fingernails clicking against the wine bottle. “Any particular reason as to why you’re interested in knowing, or are we just consuming ourselves in small talk?” He half smiled when asking.
“No, no. You’re answer is quiet fine, in fact-” Picking up his hands as his wrist folded as one hand draped inward towards him self, as the palm of his other hand laid towards the ceiling; fingers in a very light curl. “It’s satisfying.” Stating this on a fleer, Joseph held a a lopsided grin. Lifting his limp hand, he flicked his wrist as he retracted it, waving it carelessly. “Small talk, useless rambling, it’s whatever you make of it, mein Herr.”
Untucking the hand which was originally closet, he reached out and took what was left in the bottle Hans sipped out of. Drawing it, he licked out whatever remnants remained. Now a hazed feeling overswept the Propagandist, as he suddenly looked a bit glazed in his almond colored eyes.
“No questions for me?” Blinking, his head cocked to the side.
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His hair in unkempt strands, as his fingers flushed through his roots in a sloppy manner, Hans’ hands eventually found their way back to the throat of the wine bottle, fingers gently pushing into the glass bottle as he listened carefully to the other man. It was an odd spool of conversation being developed from the two, but Hans was in no position to disregard any further inquiries no matter where his set in mind was which was loosely fixated on any subject brought in his direction. A slur in words as Hans began speaking slowly, “Romantically or sexually.” His speech impediment taking strong affect made it seem more like a question, though he was just deciphering for himself. This man’s reputation was heard of, and he continued to live up to his promiscuous manners, so openly admitting to his tendencies were common.
“Not romantically. I haven’t found anybody I’d ever imagine myself spending the rest of my life with.” A sputter of foolish laughter wrapped around that sort of ideal, “In fact, I doubt I’d ever find myself in that sort of situation, present or future tense. Sexually is a different story”
Mindlessly feel the edge of the table, his fingers surfaced for a pen of sorts to clamp his teeth around. Being polite though, he didn’t break the eye contact. Facinorous in the way he understood and comprehended the others answer, he fell back in a insoucianted tone. Neatly placing his hands in his lap, Joseph’s eyes finally fell away in lassitude.
“At least you can distinguish the difference between the two.” Stated with a dullness, he quirked his glance back at the other as he gave a slight grin which parted so you could his faintly yellowed teeth.
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“My motives don’t have to be explained to you.” The other responded, causing Hans to sink into a deep confusion. Sure, he didn’t have the authority to question somebody who deemed on more superiority to him and that bit was evident but with a response such as that, it only made Hans pool himself into more notable questions. He wanted to at least settle on the fact of his business, he deserved that bit. And perhaps it was the alcohol taking its affects as he sputtered a bit, lips trembling against each other which turned into a foolish outbreak of giggles.
Lost in his own thoughts, he troubled himself with keeping control of his exterior composure, as if he forgotten he wasn’t alone in the room. Letting out a relieved sigh as his breathy chuckles were slowly fading away. He watched as the empty bottle hit the table and wobbled in place, it was amazing how fast they went through an entire bottle in one sitting, Goebbels’ doing most of the drinking in that bit. And at least he was able to console himself, a least more than Hans could anyway. His spurs of giggles weren’t as obnoxious.
Hans took Joseph’s amusement at his own stake; obviously he could cut loose just as much. He peeked at the set of wine left on the table, all fancy French wine, he leaned forward, grabbing a Chateau Cheval Blanc for himself, bringing the drink back to his mouth, swishing the red substance, relishing the dry taste for everything it was and now thoroughly enjoying it. He was noticeably happy, and with a few good long gulps, he set the bottle back down, running a hand through his once tidy and proper hair, tousling with the fringe, “Fuck.” He muttered slowly.
A challenge that would end in the two sputtering blasphemies about some greater deity, and prodigious conceitedness about some warped ideal. Deciding against the itch to snatch the bottle back, he merely gave a twisted look with a crooked grin which belonged to wolves who ate the fear of their prey. His gazed was dipped with a jabbing sneer which held laughter within his mind.
“So, do you have anyone of interest?” Most had a supposed someone they kept around, whether or not it was for show.
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